Monday, February 25, 2013

I'm thrilled to announce two booksignings I'm involved with this coming weekend. First off, I'll be on a panel and doing a signing with the awesome Mary Lindsay, Jordan Dane and Emily McKay in San Antonio at the La Cantera Barnes and Noble. That signing is set up for 12 o'clock on March 2nd.

I'll be signing Soulbound, Doomed and the Tempest series, at each bookstore, so stop by and see me. I 'll have lots of fun swag and some cool stories to tell. And chocolate. It's not a booksigning without chocolate ;)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Hi Everyone, sorry for the delay in announcing Friday's winner but I have been sick, sick, sick :( So, with no further ado, the winner of the prize pack is Grace!!! Email me at tracydeebs@gmail.com to claim your prize.

Today, I thought I'd do a quick post about books I'm absolutely loving right now, so here goes:

Homeland by Cory Doctorow: If you read nothing else this month, read this book. Or, it's predecessor, Little Brother. Cory is an amazing writer and he has the knack of creating conflicted characters who are truly, deep-down good even when they are terrified. Seriously-- this is one of my favorite series. EVER.

The Best Night of Your (Pathetic) Life by Tara Altebrando: I fell in love with Tara's writing when I got an ARC of The Dreamland Social Club right around the time that Tempest Rising was hitting the shelves. When I saw her second book on the shelves the other day, I picked it up with a huge squee of delight-- and ran home to read it as fast as I could. The story of a kick-ass senior scavenger hunt, it's a lot of fun and yet very reflective as well.

The Farm by Emily McKay: Have to put this on here because it's SUCH A GOOD BOOK. Yes, Emily is a dear friend of mine and yes I would pimp her book even if I didn't like it, but honestly, this book is amazing. Interesting, well-written, with some great edge-of-your-seat thrills. And Carter. OMG, Carter. Enough said.

Hope these books help get you over the whole middle of the week doldrums. Happy Wednesday!

Friday, February 8, 2013

Thought I'd shake things up a little bit today, with a few snippets from my books and a fun giveaway. But before we get to that, I'm going to be at the Fresh Fiction Teen Event in Dallas this weekend with a ton of other YA authors. Come see me if you get the chance :)

From Tempest Revealed:

“You
wanted to walk,” I told him, making sure not to touch him as I stepped away
from Mark.“So let’s walk.”

Kona
nodded, then led the way down to the water. As soon as my feet touched the
surf, my power welled up inside of me.I
could feel it pushing up against the walls I used to cage it, pouring through
cracks in my defenses until my entire body felt like it was burning up.

I
glanced down, realized with a sinking heart that I was glowing, the phosphorescence
that allowed mercreatures to see each other when deep in the ocean spinning out
of my control.Usually I could tamp it
down when I was on land, lock it away deep inside myself, but tonight that
seemed to be beyond my command.Like so
much of the rest of my life.

I
looked behind me, saw that Mark was staring at the purple luminosity that surrounded
me.I told myself that it was a good thing,
that visual reminders of how different I was could only help convince Mark that
we weren’t right for each other.But
knowing all that didn’t keep my stomach twisting sickly.

“What’s
wrong, Tempest?” Kona asked snidely.“Mark not so down with your mermaid side?”

“Mark
and I are just fine, thank you.”

“Yeah,
I can see that.”He turned away, looked
out at the ocean and I regretted the churlish words.I had no business rubbing my relationship
with Mark in his face.Not when I knew
how much it hurt him—and not when he had done nothing but try to make my whole
transition to being mermaid easier for me.

“Look,
I’m sorry,” I told him.“I didn’t mean—”

He
made a dismissive sound low in his throat.“It doesn’t seem like there’s much you do mean.Right, Tempest?”

“What
are you trying to say?”

He
just stared at me, his enigmatic silver eyes swirling with a mixture of rage
and power and some other emotion I couldn’t begin to identify.

I
sighed in response, frustrated with him and the entire situation.“Fine, if you aren’t going to answer me, can
we at least talk about whatever it is you want to discuss?You came all this way to say it, so it must
be important.”

He
was quiet for so long that I started to think he wasn’t going to answer
me.Then he said the two words I’d been
fearing since I first saw him towering above Mark and me on the beach.

“Hailana’s
dead.”

From Doomed:

“We’ve got to do
something.We can’t just sit here!” I
whisper loudly.

The mother screams again and
I’m out of the car before I can think twice about it.But then,
so is Theo.Even as I do it, I know it’s
a bad move, know we’re probably going to end up getting hurt, but I can’t just
sit here and do nothing while those bastards hurt whoever they want.

“Stop it,” I yell, charging across
the highway towards them.Maybe if we’re
lucky, more people will step up.They
can’t stand against all of us.“Leave
her alone.”

The two men turn to glare at me, and
I freeze under their stares.I can’t
help it.I’ve never seen such dead eyes
in my entire life.There will be no
reasoning with them, no talking them out of leaving her alone. I don’t even have a weapon.

Their gazes rake me from top to
bottom, and I feel the chill all the way down my spine.Eli was right.They’re not going to be content to just hurt
me.Still, I won’t back down, won’t show
fear.Like with any wild animal, it’s
the kiss of death.

I know Theo’s right next to me. I can
feel the warmth radiating from his body. Behind us, Eli is rummaging in the car for
something—I don’t know what.

“Don’t worry, darlin’,” one of them
says in a mockery of a Southern drawl that makes my skin crawl.“There’ll be plenty left for you when we’re
done with her.”

He comes closer and Theo grows even
tenser, though I didn’t know that was possible.He thrusts me behind him, stands up to his full height of six foot eight
inches.And just watches, his face as
blank and intimidating as ever.I know
he’s scared, can feel the fine tremor shaking him, but he doesn’t back down an
inch.

“Isn’t robbing them enough?” Theo
asks.“Get what you need and move on.”

The second man points a pistol at
Theo, cocks it.A scream wells up inside
of me, an apology for putting us in this situation.Already the other men have finished whatever
they were doing up ahead, and are coming towards us.We need to get back in the car before they reach
us, but it’s already too late.I know it
is.

There’s no way they’re going to let
us just walk out of here.

“Why don’t you get back in the car,
son?You don’t want to tangle with
us.”This from the man with the gun.

“I’m already tangling with you and
you need to let that woman go.”

“What I need is to let Mike here
shoot your oversized ass.”

An older man fumbles out of the car
behind us.“Leave those kids alone!” he
shouts.

“Really, Grandpa?Are you going to stop us?”

Two more men get out of their cars
and join us.“You’ve got what you
wanted.Now leave us alone,” the first
one says.

The two bikers exchange a look, like
they know things are getting out of hand.Eli’s behind me now, and he grabs my shoulder, tries to shove me back
towards the truck.“Get in, Pandora.”

Believe me, I want to.But standing here, watching these assholes
figure out that things aren’t going to be as easy as they expect them to, makes
me understand the power of numbers.And
the power of speaking up.I’m not going
to hide until they turn around and leave that woman, and these people, alone.

“Look, I’m going to give you one
more chance,” the biker with the gun growls.“And then someone’s going to die.”He waves the gun around, pointing it at all of us in turn before
focusing it on me.“My friends are
almost here.Get back in your cars and
you won’t be hurt.”

I know he’s right, can hear the
other members of his gang running towards us, cursing.I don’t look, though.I can’t.I’m spellbound as I stare down the barrel of the gun pointed right at my
chest.

“Leave us alone!” someone else
yells.And I can see it in the way the
gun shifts, feel it in the hate emanating from the man pointing it at me.I’m about to die.

I start to drop to the ground at the
same time Theo broadsides me, knocking me halfway to hell and back.I hit the ground hard, Theo on top of me,
just as four shots ring out.

Now for the giveaway: Leave a comment about your favorite book so far of 2013 and be entered to win a bunch of fun Victoria's Secret bath stuff (shower gel, bubble bath, lotion, make-up) and an autographed copy of Emily McKay's The Farm, Ivy Adam's The International Kissing Club and one of my books (your choice).

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Here's another tidbit from Soulbound. Remember to leave a comment to be entered to win a signed copy of Doomed and a gift card from BN or Amazon!

I turn, keep walking. A cab drives by, its For Hire sign lit up, and I tell myself
to hail it. To climb in and let it speed me home. It’s the smart thing to do,
the safe thing, as both the rain and the wind are picking up. And yet I can’t
bring myself to do it. The same electricity that made it impossible for me to
sit still in the theater makes it impossible now for me to do anything but keep
walking.

Lightning splits the sky, lighting up the desolate street
and scaring the crap out of me. I don’t know how a street can look worse when
it’s illuminated by lightning than it does in the eerie glow of a very few
streetlights, but somehow this one does. It doesn’t help that Cesar Chavez,
while bustling during the day, is all but deserted at this time of night—the
occasional car my only company.

I start to run, which is really more of an awkward jog in
Lily’s high heels. Part of me is terrified that I’ll slide on the slippery
street and plunge headfirst into the path of one of those few cars, but I’m
even more terrified of the lightning that is exploding all around me while
thunder rumbles nonstop in the background.

I know I need to get out of the rain, know this kind of
lightning could be deadly. But somehow all the logical parts of my brain—the
parts that should be in control of my decision making process—are shorting out
at once. Instead, I can’t do anything but continue walking, following the
inexorable pull down this street toward goddess only knows what.

I cross side street after side street, huddling against
buildings and under awnings when I can get the shelter. More than once a cab
slows as if to pick me up, but I wave it on. I don’t understand how I know
this, but where I’m going no cab can take me.

Finally the compulsion drags me to the right. I cross the
street and start up Pleasant Valley toward the lake. And just that suddenly I
know where it is I’m heading. To Town Lake.

I just wish I knew why.

I see it, up ahead, and I know I’m right. Especially when
my entire body starts to pulse with the need to hurry, the need to be there
now.

Strangely, it’s the urgency that sets me off, that makes me
remember. When I do, the true fear sets in, a living breathing nightmare inside
of me that feeds on the knowledge and chokes the very air from my lungs.

And still I don’t stop.

I’m almost to the lake now and I stumble off the sidewalk,
head for the grassy knoll that sits a few feet from the water. The ground is
soaked from the storm and my heels immediately sink into the earth until every
step is a challenge. I wince at the sucking sound that comes every time I pull
my foot out of the earth, then cringe more every time I put it back down and the
earth draws it under.

Like it isn’t bad enough I walked out of the Paramount with
no explanation to Lily, no text, nothing. When she finds out I ruined her Jimmy
Choos, she’s going to kill me. Slowly and with great relish.

But even that can’t make me turn back. Nothing can. The
water is calling to me and there’s nowhere to go but forward.

I try to stay on the balls of my feet to protect the shoes
as best I can, but the grass is too slick and the heels too high. Besides, they’re
the only things that give me purchase as I stumble off the grass and onto the
running path that goes around the lake.

I’m under the bridge now, trying to take what little
shelter it provides. The rain is slashing in at an angle, slamming against me
despite the coverage. Still, it’s better than being out in the full force of
the storm—and at least I’m less likely to be struck by lightning.

I pause, take a second to brush my drenched hair back from
my forehead and rub a palm down my face to squeegee the rain from my eyes. I
expect to feel a wave of relief, but the chest-clenching drive to get to the
water doesn’t let up. This isn’t where I’m meant to stop. Hiding here under the
bridge isn’t enough. I take a step closer to the lake. And then another.

As I do, the wind caterwauls through the place, stirring up
the sickly cloying smell of guano. Though the bats haven’t migrated back from
Mexico yet, years and years of the stuff layers the area, creating a stench
that not even the storm can chase away. Usually the scent makes me ill, but tonight
it doesn’t repel me the way that it should. Though I’m having trouble breathing
through my nose, I have no urge to flee. Instead, I want to go closer.

I need to go
closer.

Grabbing on to a tree branch, I use it to steady myself as
I creep down the slope to the water’s edge. The fear is bigger now, nearly
all-consuming. Not for myself, not about what will happen to me, but for what’s
drawing me in. For what I might find down here under this bridge. I don’t know
what I’m doing down here, don’t know what spell I’m under that has brought me
here. But something has and somehow I don’t think it’s for the midwinter view.

Unable to bear the suspense any longer, I drop to my knees
by the edge of the water. Muck squishes under my jeans, causing me to slide a
little as I bend forward to peer into the lake. I don’t see anything, despite
the lights stationed every few yards on the running path, and I fumble for the
flashlight on my key chain.

I shine the small beam at the water, then jump when I see
my reflection on the surface. For a second, I’m surprised that it’s bright
enough to see anything shining off the rippling water, even if the reflection
is little more than a pale oval and tangled fan of short, black hair. Except
the longer I look at it, the more I realize the mirror image is all wrong. It’s
upside down and her eyes are closed. No, not a mirror image I realize as the
water smooths out. Not a reflection at all. The face I see in the lake belongs
to someone else entirely.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Yay! My baby is finally on the shelf-- I can't tell you how excited I am that Xandra's story is finally out! And also, today is my real baby's birthday. My oldest turns sixteen today, which is really, really hard for me to imagine (yes, I was a child bride ;) He's celebrating with the keys to a car and I'm celebrating by freaking out, LOL.

But back to Soulbound. Here's today's excerpt. And don't forget to comment, tweet and/or FB about it to get extra points for the gift card and book giveaway!!!!

Have a great Tuesday :)

Excerpt #2:“Is something wrong?”
he finally asks, letting his hand fall back to his side. There’s no impatience
in the question, no condescension. Just an honest concern that has me forgetting
the whispers about him. Or at least putting them aside for a while. Despite my
best intentions, I lower my guard.

“You mean besides the fact that I just humiliated myself in
front of my entire coven?” I answer, settling down beside him as he takes off
his socks and shoes.

“And what looks like a fair amount of outsiders as well,
don’t forget.”

“Gee, thanks. I was totally in danger of forgetting that,
so I appreciate the reminder.”

“I do what I can.”

“And not a thing more, I bet.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You
need lessons on how to pretend to give a damn.”

“Oh, I give a damn, Xandra. I just didn’t think you’d want
me to lie to you. I can try, but I warn you, I’m not very good at it.”

“Someone like you doesn’t have to be.” I, on the other
hand, have spent my whole life living a lie. Trying to be who my parents want
me to be no matter how hopeless I am at it.

“Someone like me?” There’s a dangerous note in his voice
now, but I don’t care. I’m feeling reckless.

“I’m not stupid. I know who you are. Someone like you doesn’t
have to answer to anyone.”

This time it’s his eyes that narrow. “You’d be surprised.”

To the side of us a peach tree bursts into flame. For a
moment, Declan looks stunned, like he can’t imagine how it happened. I wonder
what that would be like, to have so much power that it could just leak out like
that without me even noticing. I don’t think I’d like it—I’m too much of a
control freak.

A second later, the fire goes out as suddenly as it
started. He doesn’t say anything else and neither do I. Instead, we just sit
here, the tension between us ratcheting up with each minute that passes.

“So, why did you come?” I finally ask. “You don’t know my
family, don’t know me. You aren’t even part of our coven. So why did you travel
halfway around the world—”

“Halfway across the country, not the world. I was in New
York before this.”

“Whatever.” I couldn’t care less about semantics when there
are questions I want answers to. “So why, out of all the places you could be
right now, did you choose to be here?”

“Because you’re here.”

My gaze jumps to his. I’ve been careful not to look him in
the eye since those first moments, scared of what I might find. Now, I know
that fear is justified. Power—overwhelming, unimaginable power—swirls in the
obsidian depths and I can’t look away. I’m pinned, as trapped here as I was
back there on that stage. More so, really, because here it feels like there’s
no escape route. No back door to scuttle out of. Nowhere to run.

I desperately want to look away. But the pull is intense,
like he’s reached out and grabbed me and there’s nothing I can do about it.

No! I don’t know what game he’s playing, but I won’t be
anyone’s pawn. Not anymore. When I jumped off that stage tonight and ran away,
I started a new path for myself. A new life. Instinctively, I know that this
isn’t it.

I finally find the strength to wrench my gaze from his and
as I do, I feel this pop, like I’ve ruptured something deep inside. I gasp,
wrap my arms around myself in an instinctive bid for comfort. Declan doesn’t
react at all, doesn’t move a muscle, but I think he felt it too.

When silver sparks of energy whip through the air around
us, I’m sure of it.

Reaching a hand out, I capture one of the sparks. I can’t
stop myself. I want to know, for just a second, what that kind of power feels
like. It sizzles against my skin, crackling and spitting, burning me, until I
open my fingers and let what’s left of the spark fall back out into the air.

My palm throbs where it touched me, white hot and painful. It
takes all my energy not to flinch, but I manage it. It’s my turn not to react. Except,
Declan knows—just as I did with him. He reaches out, gently cups my hand in his
own. Strokes the fingers of his other hand lightly over the burn.

It should have been smooth, easy, but the second his skin
brushes against my palm, the entire world ignites. Fragments of memories I
shouldn’t have rush at me—terrifying, fascinating, compelling.
I close my eyes, try to block them out, but they’re still there behind my
eyelids. Still there, deep in my mind as every nerve ending I have lights up
like it’s Christmas at Rockefeller Center.

I order myself to pull away, to break the connection this
one last time, but I can’t do it. The pleasure, woven as it is amidst the pain,
staggers me and I can’t do anything but sit there and soak it all in.

The pain dissipates as suddenly as it came, but in its
place . . . in its place is a silver Seba, identical in all but
color to the one on Declan’s neck.

“What did you do?” I gasp, looking at the new mark on my
palm. It shimmers in the moonlight, is the most beautiful—and frightening—thing
I’ve ever seen.

“That wasn’t me, Xandra.” But he looks shaken as his
fingers close around mine in a grip so possessive it makes my breath catch in
my throat. I start to pull back—this is too weird, even for the daughter of
witch royalty—but then I realize his hand is shaking even worse than mine. It’s
enough, that hint of vulnerability, to keep me here when every instinct I have
screams at me to flee.

Declan doesn’t answer, just shakes his head. I get the
impression, right or wrong, that for all his power and experience he doesn’t
know what’s going on any more than I do. I take a step back and electricity
arcs between us, flowing from him into me and back again.

Every cell in my body is vibrating with it, every nerve
ending screaming with the agony of it. Just when I think it’s over, that the
electricity is going to rip us apart, he does something even more unexpected. He
leans forward, and slowly lowers his mouth to mine.

Rockefeller
Center turns into Mardi Gras, the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve all rolled
into one.Too bad I never thought to
wonder what happens after the ball drops.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Hi Everyone :) Thanks so much to everyone who has been out to see me at booksignings in the last few weeks. It's been awesome to meet all of you.

Today, I'm excited because the day has finally arrived for my new Urban Fantasy series to hit the shelves. Soulbound, the first book in the Xandra Morgan series, will be out tomorrow and I couldn't be more thrilled. It's a dark, suspensey, witch story that takes place in my current hometown of Austin, Texas and it was a blast to write. I know the name is different-- Tessa Adams vs. Tracy Deebs-- but it's still me, just a psuedonym I write under :)

Here's the blurb:

As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter—and a member of Ipswitch’s
Royal family—Xandra Morgan should be a witch of incredible power. But things
don’t always turn out like you expect…

While she hasn’t lived up to
her family’s expectations, Xandra has come to terms with her latent magic and
made a life for herself in Austin, Texas, running a coffee shop where she makes
potions of a non-magical nature. While things aren’t perfect, Xandra is
happy—until she runs into powerful warlock Declan Chumomisto.

Xandra
hasn’t seen Declan in years, and though she’s still overwhelmed by his power,
she doesn’t trust him. And when her own powers awaken one night and lead her to
the body of a woman in the woods bearing the symbol of Isis—the same one that
has marked Xandra since the day she met Declan—she’s filled with a terrible
suspicion, soon confirmed: the woman is connected to him.

Xandra doesn’t
want to believe that Declan is capable of murder, but as the body count mounts,
and Xandra’s own powers spiral out of control, she’s not sure she can trust her
own instincts…

And here's an excerpt:

I shouldn’t have drunk the damn tea.

I’d known it even as I took the first sip, but when I’d
asked my mother what was in it, she’d sworn it was completely innocuous.
Chamomile. Mint. A touch of lavender for luck.

Yeah, right.

But when I’d scented all three herbs in the cup she’d
handed me, I’d decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. And while there’d
been something else in there—something a little sweet that I couldn’t quite
identify at the time—I’d just put it down to the agave syrup my mom’s been
crazy about for months now.

I’m not a fan of the stuff but my mother looked so anxious,
and so happy to see me after my six month absence from Ipswitch, that I hadn’t
been able to disappoint her. I’d drunk the entire stupid cup in one long gulp
to make up for the unpleasant taste.

I’m paying for it now, big time, which makes me an even
bigger fool today than I was eight years ago. Back then, I’d still been trying
desperately to live up to her expectations of me, to be the witch she wanted me
to be. In the last few years, though, I’ve given up on trying to be something I’m
not and have instead built a life for myself that I’m proud of—away from my
hometown.

Away from the magic that is so much a part of this place.

Which, I suppose, makes my momentary gullibility more
understandable. It’s been a while since I’ve been around the insanity and I’ve
obviously forgotten how bad it can get. It was a mistake to think that I would
be safe here, even for a couple of days.

After all, from the moment I walked away from Ipswitch and
the magical legacy I had no hopes of living up to, my mother has been desperate
to get me back. She’ll stop at nothing to find a way to unlock the powers I’m
perfectly content without, will do anything to turn me into the Magic Barbie
she’s always wanted me to be. Maybe if I’d remembered that, instead of thinking
about how much I’d missed her, I’d be in better shape now.

Live and learn, I suppose. And just to be clear, I’d really
like the chance to live through this. I send the thought out into the universe
even as I wonder if the number for Poison Control is the same as it was when I
was a little kid.

I reach for the phone, but it falls to the ground before I
can wrap my hand around it—whether by accident or design, I’m not sure. The
fact that it’s perfectly believable that my mother would have charmed the phone
to prevent me from calling for help is one more glaring piece of evidence
against both of us.

I didn’t know anything could hurt this much. Had my mother
inadvertently given me too much of whatever this was, or had I simply poisoned
myself by drinking the tea too quickly? I call out for help, then curl myself
into a ball and pray for death. Maybe living isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
after all—at least not if it comes with this.

“Hey, Xandra, what’s wrong?” my sister Rachael asks from her spot
near the door. Though she normally doesn’t have much use for me, her most
prominent power is healing. My illness must have called
to her, overcoming her usual lack of interest.

“Tea,” is all I manage to say, but it’s enough. She rushes
into the room and lays a cool hand on my forehead.

“Mom’s crazy,” she tells me. “I swear, your latency has
pushed her completely around the bend.”

I shudder at the confirmation of my worst fear. Guaranteed
to bring out even the most latent magic—or so the herbal practitioners
promise—belladonna has been a staple in witch gardens for centuries. I know my
mom grows it, but I thought she burned it to get to its essence. Never in a
million years did it occur to me that she would actually go so far as to feed
me the toxic plant. Especially since, so far, the only thing it’s brought out
in me is my breakfast—an experience I really could have done without.

“What do I do?” I ask between cramps, forcing the words out
from between my clenched jaws.

“I’m not sure. I need to look it up, and talk to her, find
out how much she gave you. Probably no more than a berry or two, which isn’t
enough to kill you when brewed in a tea—it’ll just make you really
uncomfortable.”

“I know, sweetie.” She heads into my bathroom and comes out
a few seconds later with a damp washcloth, which she lays across my forehead. “I’ll
be back in a little while, hopefully with an antidote to make this all go away.”

“Pilocarpine,” I tell her, because while I’m no good with
actually wielding magic, I’m still up on all the plants and other ingredients
that witches deal with—a leftover from when I was trying to be super-witch.

“I know. I’m just not sure if I can get my hands on any. I
wouldn’t put it past Mom to have gotten rid of all of it before you got here. You
might have to suffer through this without it.”

Terrific. I grit my teeth against another influx of pain
and swear to myself that I am never coming back here again. I don’t care about
command performances anymore, don’t care how much my mother pleads with me to
return for special occasions. She’s crossed so far over the line this time that
there is no way I’ll be able to overlook it. Winter Solstice or not, I am out
of here the second I feel better.

If I ever do feel better, which seems doubtful right now. The
pain is increasing as the belladonna works its way through my system, and I try
not to think about what’s coming next. Blurred vision, dizziness, hallucinations,
convulsions. Already, I can see the edges of the walls bending, curving in on
me. I tell myself it isn’t real, that it’s just another side effect of the belladonna,
but the truth is I don’t know what’s real anymore and what’s illusion.

There will be more excerpts posted all week, so stop by and see what Soulbound is all about :) And leave a comment for a chance to win a $50 gift card to Amazon or BN and a signed copy of Doomed. Tweet and Facebook about Soulbound for extra chances to win and then let me know about it here. Thanks so much :)